"Enter," Rhys commanded, pushing in a button beside the long, black metallic door.
The slow hiss of the door as it opened instilled a sharp helplessness in Ren's body.
After an hour of bathing, brushing, and grooming, he was finally brought up to the last floor, the captain's floor.
Ren couldn't help comparing himself with Astrid.
'What is the difference between is? We're both slaves to this Faction... to Axton,' He gulped as he slowly walked inside the dimly lit room, his bare feet seeping in the cold from the smooth black tiles beneath him.
The soft yellow light glowed from a wall-mounted mirror-like screen at the corner of the room, just beside the very large bed.
Ren stared at the bed in awe, he'd never seen a bed so big, so comfortable to look at. He wondered if he'd ever be able to have such luxury before he died.
